Also, his rational thinking was working its way out of his head. When he heard her moan “dad” again, this time clearly, reason went all out the w...ndow. With his last bit of will, he laid there and let her finish. Then, he rolled over and looked into her eyes. The look of fear, and something else, love maybe, was there in her tearing up eyes. “Baby, don’t cry” he told her. She just lowered her eyes and mumbled “sorry”. “Why? Why are you sorry Deb?” “OMG dad, you just listened to me. Wo bole ja rahi thi “ aaahhh dinu pahli baar meri choot ko kisi ne chaata hai aaah, oooooohhhhhhh bahut maja aa raha hai, aur tez kar” aur unhone muje kas kar pakad liya me samaj gaya ki wo jharne wali hai aur me ruk gaya, to wo chillane lagi “ aaaaaaahhhh rrrrraaaaaajjjjjaaa ppleeeeesssseeeee mat ruk , jaldi kar na” tab mene apni dono unglee unki choot mai dal kar andar bahar karne laga. Aur unhe unglee se chodte-2 mujhe 30 minutes ho gaye the aur mera haath dard kar raha tha par bahut maja. Peering at Brandon's bare shoulders peeking out from under his covers, I would reach for my crotch. Slowly, so as not to make any noise, I would run my hand along my cock. I wanted to throw back my covers and reveal my erection. I wanted to grab my cock and pump it, moaning loud enough to wake my roommate. I wanted him to look over and see me tensing with pleasure. I wanted him to get out of bed, stand over me, pull down his boxers, and jerk along with me. I wanted him to watch me shoot. And my face was right next to the urinal pot and sometimes it was touching the pot.I could feel drips of piss falling on my shoulder from the bottom of the clogged pot on every thrust. Even the end of the pipe of the pot as touching legs. Suddenly he took my head on top of the urinal and tilted it on the left the piss on the pot was touching face. I was so horny being in that situation I told to myself from now onwards you are a cum-dump-piss-whore.And I was masturbating. He started pissing on.